Much NicerHe was the first one to stir, a soft yawn and lazy stretch. The birds sung their lullaby’s through the morning air, a lilting tone that made him smile. He opened one eye, turning his head so he could see his partner. The sunrise glowed across the bed, tinged with green as it fell through the cloth.More Like This
He shifted, propping himself up so he could see the blondes face, examine the soft frown that creased the skin between his eyes. He traced his cheekbone, smiling as the frown eased away. He moved closer, snuggling up to his boyfriends warmth. Arms went around him, sleepy murmurs coming from above. He chuckled quietly into the warm shirt, nuzzling into his chest.
“Wake up,” he murmured, wriggling upwards to press kisses to the underside of his jaw, causing a sleepy groan. He waited while the other went through his normal wake-up routine, stretching, frowning, yawning, until he blearily opened his eyes. Toby had to laugh, moving to tuck himself in firmly beside Martyn.
AdorableIt’s adorable, when he gets flustered.More Like This
When Martyn hides among his trees, peeking down through leaves, watching Toby search for him, it’s adorable. Martyn calls out teasing, watching as Toby begins to pout, chestnut hair getting more and more tangled as he crawls through the bushes, getting twigs caught on his jumper and mud on his jeans. It’s adorable when he gives up, stomping away to sulk in the tent. Martyn likes it when he jumps, a gasp and a blush as Martyn snakes his arms around his waist to kiss his cheek. Toby would hit his chest, pouting up at the blonde, causing him to grin and lean down, capturing that pout with his lips. It’s adorable when he pulls away, looking up with flushed cheeks, fingers curled in Martyn’s shirt and a smile on his face, a smile that shines brighter than the sun at midday.
It’s adorable when Toby hides, sneaking off during work, his giggles ringing out across the clearing as Martyn searches for him. Somehow Martyn n
SeasonsWe say Martyn’s cold during winter. We say winter is when ice covers the ground, twining up along Martyn’s body to freeze his heart. We say he turns cold, figuratively, metaphorically and realistically. We say that winter is the worst part of Toby’s year.More Like This
How wrong we are.
Winter is cold, there is no doubt. The rivers and lakes are frozen, water moving sluggishly through the thick ice. Freezing glares shot from under blue hair that cannot be contained, smooth cloth sliding over skin like glass. There is no sound, everything blanketed by falling snow. Toby will work under the ground, pressing cold fingers to the gently warm machines. It is the only time he is grateful for lava, and he almost looks forward to his mining trips. Winter is the season of being alone, of avoiding Martyn, afraid of the bruises and rough caresses. Martyn’s touch is hard and cold, no warm shining from his frigid eyes. Just rough fingers, hard kisses and a painful ache in the morning. He w